Secrets Of The Neglected Wife: When Her True Colors Shine

Chapter 167: Allison scanned the room, taking in the grimy details.

Cobwebs clung to every corner, as if time had abandoned the place long ago.

Even the windows were sealed shut, blocking out any hint of escape.

The only way out was through a narrow door, currently guarded by armed men fleeing unarmed would be pure folly.

But her eyes caught something a few shards of glass scattered across the floor.

Clearly, no one had bothered to clean them up.

With painstaking effort, Allison edged forward, her movements slow and calculated.

Her fingers, tightly bound, barely managed to close around a shard.

The simple act of reaching for it was Herculean.

Just as she pressed the sharp edge against the rope binding her wrists, the door flew open with a bang.

She quickly tucked the shard into her sleeve, concealing it from view.

Rugal shoved another figure into the room.

You think you can be the hero? Rescue this woman in distress? Youre dreaming, boy! Allison squinted against the harsh light streaming in from outside, barely able to make out the new arrival.

All she could discern was his solid build.

Then she heard his voice.

Dont touch me! Kellan.

What was he doing here? Surely he knew better than to walk straight into this death trap! He didnt resist as they roughly tied him up.

Rugal sneered, unimpressed by Kellans passive demeanor.

Look at you thinking you can save anyone with your pathetic skills.

What a joke! Their eyes met, and Allison instantly understood.

weak

a casual tone, she chimed

mess coughs up

family might just pay a hefty

fist hovering in the

eyes

on Kellans wrist, he

you,

maybe Ill let you live, Rugal muttered, tying Kellan to a chair and placing

glare, Rugal swaggered off, the watch in hand, no doubt fantasizing about the payday awaiting him

door slammed shut, and darkness

frowned at Kellan

game

up here, of all places, and alone? His sickly demeanor melted away, replaced by the cold, calculating man she knew all too

Im the decoy.

police are already tracking us, but they need more time to set up a full-scale

was brief but

was their lifeline, the

Well, she said, understanding.

were on our

locked eyes

people at your disposal, you couldve

risk yourself? Because youre

in the way he said it made

see her own reflection in his

me… and

can cure my grandmother, he added softly,

And we are friends.

masking the truth behind his

here because

gaze a beat longer, mulling

course, it was

That would explain everything.

slowly and said, These

due to show up for another